Walking across land filled mines
To escape
And one woman
Who found love
In a child
Orphaned…
Fell in love
With more
Than a child
But a country…
And a people
She adopted
As her own…
Empty schoolhouses
And questions
With answers
She didn't like
Much like
The absence
Of answers
And humanity…
The uncomfortability
Lead to
A dream
Of sustainability
Free of kindness
Which runs out
When the grain does.
Gratitude lead
Her out of the
Darkness of
Despair…
At 4am
The grain still
Cooks with
Love but
Not respect…
Until…
We see
Those who
Are being helped
As being able
Once we
See them
As capable…
The problem
Is in how
We see them…
Not in how
They are…
Money is
Energy,
A spiritual
Experience
In the exchange
Of the universe…
So nothing happens
From with holding…
We have to share
To help them
Help themselves…
Because we
Respect their
Own rights
To do
As they dream
Just as
We are allowed
To do the
Same…
